I. I can't. Earth shattering. Heart. Breaking. Glass. Crumbling to the ground.

I didn't take my meds. I'm. Falling apart.

I miss him. I regret it. I want him back. I want someone to hold. Someone to call mine. But I can't. No boyfriends. No. I have to get through this mental illness.

Everyone always says, oh, you'll enjoy the freedom... BULL. SHIT. I don't like this freedom. I don't like this emptiness. I hate not having a hand to hold, lips to kiss, someone to hold onto and say goodnight. I don't. Like this. I'm falling apart.

And this is exactly why I have to stay single.